after searching throughout the market
and retracing my steps via the spoon man and the glass artist
holding the river in my sites, as I spotted the palm reader
I found my hat woman...
who welcomed me back
My friend warmed to the colours of a new hat
all fallen leaves and trees and earth,
And the social workers from kentucky grooved with their hats,
one of them married to a man from St. Mary's!
Ontario!
Brought together by brims and artistry
I paid for my hat, I have never experienced dollar value such as this....
a tiny stall, a bevy of women, a pallet of colours,
and a dancing poet of a saleswoman...
love my hat!
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